The following computer-generated description may contain errors and does not represent the quality of the book:The deadnin' and the thicket's jes' a-b'ilin' full of June,From the rattle o' the cricket, to the yallar-hammer's tune;And the catbird in the bottom and the sap-suck on the snag,Seems ef they can't — od - rot -'em! — jest do nothin' else but brag!

They's music in the twitter of the bluebird and the jay,And that sassy little critter jest a-peckin' all the day;They's music in the "flicker," and they's music in the thrush,And they's music in the snicker o' the chipmunk in the brush! —

They's music all around me! — And I go back, in a dreamSweeter yit than ever found me fast asleep: — And, in the streamThat used to split the medder where the dandylions growed,I stand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the road.